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Wednesday, March 4, 2009

When she was young,so was he,they met as friends and held each others handsfor the vast world to see . . .When she was of age,and so was heIt was time to get married,and both families disagreed.When she was ready,so was heThey eloped together,and set themselves free .. For the beautiful sky to smile at them,for them to be a part of each other's ecstacy . .

When she was a mother,so was he.For she was a mother to the child,but he was a mother to both . .

When time passed,and air rusted.. When she was ready to close her eyes,so was he.When she was peaceful to die,so was he.

So was heSo was he

And his grave bore the words ;

"When she was mine,I was her's.Now she is god'sthereby, so am i lord,So am I " .

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Something that a sleepy mind of mine wrote , late after midnight.How do you like it?